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desperanceLiving as we do on Murphy Avenue, in a town pretty much founded by the man his own self (or at least a man of that name), it should come as no surprise when the eponymous Law strikes again. Living as we do in what used to be called The Valley of Heart's Delight before it had silicon injections, on account of all the orchards hereabouts, it should come as no surprise that fruit has no immunity. Except that surprise of course is almost inherent in the process: you have to have the oh, blimey! before the oh, of course...
Anyway. Last night I fired up the grill again, in a get-back-on-the-horse sort of way. Just for Karen and me, and keeping it simple: a marinated chicken thigh each, and a burger, and a mushroom. Om-nom-nom. But I also took advantage of the coals to smoke another couple of chicken thighs for a salad today. In applewood smoke, because apples are nice in salad and we get a fruit box that always has apples in it, so.
So this week's fruit box? Of course it doesn't have apples in it. First time in living memory. I am ... stubbornly reluctant actually to buy an apple. Which leaves me madly trying to think of something else - that I will also have to buy - as a substitute. Hey-ho.
This grill thing, though: it is stunningly nostalgic. Back when half my Newcastle friends lived on the same square, and any sunny evening one of them was sure to light up the old oil-barrel barbecue, and people would gather on their steps and open bottles of wine and bring out whatever could be grilled, and... Yeah. After many a summer comes the swansong. I miss those days.
Anyway. Last night I fired up the grill again, in a get-back-on-the-horse sort of way. Just for Karen and me, and keeping it simple: a marinated chicken thigh each, and a burger, and a mushroom. Om-nom-nom. But I also took advantage of the coals to smoke another couple of chicken thighs for a salad today. In applewood smoke, because apples are nice in salad and we get a fruit box that always has apples in it, so.
So this week's fruit box? Of course it doesn't have apples in it. First time in living memory. I am ... stubbornly reluctant actually to buy an apple. Which leaves me madly trying to think of something else - that I will also have to buy - as a substitute. Hey-ho.
This grill thing, though: it is stunningly nostalgic. Back when half my Newcastle friends lived on the same square, and any sunny evening one of them was sure to light up the old oil-barrel barbecue, and people would gather on their steps and open bottles of wine and bring out whatever could be grilled, and... Yeah. After many a summer comes the swansong. I miss those days.